Lyrics:
Always gave you credit for love
그래왔던 건데 지금 왜 이럴까
I always swerve my credit my card
Oh why you thinkin to leave me all alone 나 혼자
Always fuckin
scouting never make no offers
Damn I should've listened to my bro he told me dawg her
Every time my heart get next to hoes it get softer
Looking at my credit
said, "Come on, baby, cash only"
He said he get some money for me
Come quickly and when you finish make sure
You fuckin' tip me
No credit card, cash only
all night, cutting up edits
Watching the credits to find (credits to find)
Direction in my existence
It's just a story I don't quite believe
Full
Yeah I wrote it and I said it, but I can't take the credit
When they ask where you get it? I told them that God give it
Wish I could tell you that I
Caramel complexin
Vanilla wafer
Mrs. Buttercream
Oreo she thick
Ass busting out her jeans
My chocolate chip
Credit card swiping it
Big bags she lit
These days you know
We keep getting old
And nobody knows
Credit card
No more lines
Figures in my mind
Never wasting time
Ain't nobody else that gon
Signed on the dotted line, a pact to borrow,
Dreams in hand, a brighter tomorrow.
Credit cards dance in a tempting waltz,
In the labyrinth of debt,
The prize of lineage
You won has gone
The list of credits
Add on beyond
Got your face punch
Don’t cry respond
Get your
the money and like I got an interesting call from my credit cards. You ever get this one? The guy calls the other day. He says, look, we're offering this
Yeah, yeah
When we ride wit' switches, take em off on different blocks
Credit card fraud, Two hunnit K off different drops
I took my bitch through
money talk money talk
Money talk, Bimma park
And u gyal drop draws fi d killa dwag
Credit card ,send e fast
Chop e line hard mi links tall
Money talk,
Missed calls
Am I gunna call back
What a waste of credit
Said it, I'm not on a contract
Missed calls
I never do return em
Never call them back
I know Cupid wants the credit
But baby I got you by myself
Yeah
You know I got you by myself
I know Cupid wants the credit
But baby I got you by
thankful for
A wife and three kids, I may make it four
Never get the credit I deserve
I don't know if you hearin' every word
I don't get the credit I
Well goodness is it really real
It would take a baby child to know the way I feel
On my flutter in the blue
I would take the credit but it's
too late
Let the credits start to roll
A lot to say, but not today
Let the radio break the silence
As we drive
A kiss goodbye, not this time
All you fools just sound the same
Ain't no credit to your name
Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame
Form your business in
or they suin' me
Bro got locked down for two to three (two to three)
Ain't goin' outside, man, forget it (forget it)
Increasin' my money and credit
celebrate
Do we wanna party, no!
Do you wanna celebrate, we don't wanna celebrate
Christmas
Here comes a credit crunch Christmas a credit crunch
Oh no
yrs, and 10 tours. And..one fucking asshole at the credit bureau ? here's what happened. Because even though I was often becoming late on my payments,
race
How?
Move to the swing
When the coppers come I've got to do the whistling
Segregation's it's got to stop
And all ways coz I want to see credit
you
Two minutes after I leave you I miss you
I need to hug you my credit's gonna run out
I phone you tomorrow
I love you, see you later
Yo babe, try
where's my credit
I don't need no script, I don't need no edit
I don't need no script, I don't need no edit
I'm rockin' big stones like I'm Nelly
I
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